The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Biological warfare?
On a morning drizzled with light rain.

The weather was somewhat foggy, as if the entire world had turned to gray.

Just by looking, one might feel it wasn’t a good day, hard to accept, casting a gloom over one’s mood.

But the air was fresh, and the streets were clean.

Such air did not ease Sam’s mind; instead, it felt as though the foggy weather had unconsciously shrouded his heart in a layer of gloom and despair.

Sam had almost suffered from insomnia the night before, only managing to fall asleep at 4 a.m.

As for the reason for his insomnia… it was mainly due to the ‘kind reminder’ from the system.

The thought of the female leads, already possessing superpowers, now becoming even stronger and their abilities enhancing, filled Sam with dismay. He didn’t know whether their changes were more exaggerated compared to his own attribute enhancements.

Standing at the bus stop with his umbrella, Sam stared vacantly across the street at the passersby, paying attention to nothing because he wanted to focus on nothing.

“Sigh…”

Just as Sam let out a sigh for no reason.

“Thump.”

His umbrella was nudged.

Sam instinctively looked up to see the slightly raised arm next to him, then lowered his gaze.

And there was the owner of the arm.

Not looking at him, but at the street, her expression was cool and detached, possessing a unique texture in such weather, she could be called the daughter of autumn.

Sophie.

Sam was taken aback; he hadn’t noticed when she had arrived.

“Sighing so early in the morning can bring bad luck for the whole day,” Sophie uttered.

“Ah?”

Sam voiced his confusion.

Sophie turned her head, her expression calm, and glanced at Sam. “That’s what my mother used to tell me.”

Her mother had left this world a long time ago; it was a sad story.

Sam shrugged.

“It’s nothing. People laugh when they suddenly remember something happy, and they sigh when they think of something helpless or painful.”

“You experience helplessness and pain?” Sophie seemed somewhat incredulous.

The cool breeze of autumn, paired with Sophie’s melodious voice, was as perfect a match as iced Americano in summer or hot cocoa in winter.

“Why do you think I don’t have them? Just because I’m always smiling doesn’t mean I’m always happy,” Sam said, a rare touch of literary sorrow in his words.

Sophie gently wrinkled her nose. “Because of the weather?”

Sam sighed again. “Because of this unpredictable life…”

Sophie frowned. “Do you know how childish it is to always talk about life at your age?”

“Anyway, I’m not a reliable guy in your eyes, right?”

“Who said that? Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Is that also considered self-flattery?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. How could this girl be so adorable sometimes, always having to argue about everything?

Seeing Sam’s smile, Sophie’s lips curved slightly, involuntarily revealing a hint of smugness. “You look better when you smile.”

Sam blinked. “So, are you saying all that just to make me smile? Although the method is a bit unsightly, I’m touched by the sentiment. Should I offer myself to you in gratitude?”

Sophie pointed to the road in front of them. “Lie down in the middle of the road and wait for the bus to pass, and I’ll agree.”

“Let’s forget it then. I don’t want you to become a widow at such a young age.”

“I find you really annoying when you talk too much. Maybe you should just keep sighing,” Sophie couldn’t help saying.

So, in front of the young girl, Sam went:

“Sigh.”

“Sigh.”

“Sigh.”

“Thump.”

Until Sophie couldn’t help but kick Sam. “The bus is here, dummy.”

Sophie boarded the bus first, with Sam following closely behind. The bus was crowded at this time, seemingly without any seats available, and Sam squeezed next to Sophie, facing the bright bus window together.

Sophie seemed to want to put some distance between herself and Sam, but there was no chance. There were too many people; moving any further to the side would mean bumping into others.

Regardless of whether her attitude towards Sam had changed, she was somewhat unaccustomed to such contact, especially if there was nothing to say while standing together, which could be a bit awkward.

But to Sophie’s surprise, Sam didn’t make any unnecessary attempts to strike up a conversation.

He simply stepped back a little, skillfully using his body to shield Sophie from the slight jostling of the moving bus and the crowded mass of passengers that could have disturbed her.

Sophie was aware of all this, yet she said nothing. Her gaze shifted to the side, her cheeks reddening slightly as she leaned into Sam, as if seeking refuge in this secure embrace.

Tiny raindrops tapped against the glass, leaving trails on the bus window.

Sam remained silent too, just looking at the top of Sophie’s head.

Hmm, her hair is thick; probably won’t have to worry about hair loss until she’s sixty… of course, that’s assuming he lives that long.

So, what would everything be like by then?

Through the reflection in the glass, Sophie caught his gaze and then the slight smile he wore as he looked down.

The bus was too crowded, the atmosphere heavy enough to dampen spirits.

Yet, the smile reflected in the glass was like a decent fairy tale.

Finally, they reached their stop.

Sam and Sophie disembarked with the dense flow of passengers.

The entrance to the school was a crisscross of figures, with many umbrellas tapping lightly on the wet pavement.

Sophie didn’t walk shoulder to shoulder with Sam, he simply following behind the girl. Watching her was like observing someone lonely traveling through time, moving through the lively, laughing crowd.

He couldn’t help but think.

Sophie’s personality must have been like this from early on, so has she always lived this way through the years?

No friends, no one to joke and play with, not even any extra-curricular activities to speak of. To her, the school was filled with familiar faces, but not a single one she could form what’s called a close relationship with, not even a friendship… Could anyone really bear such loneliness?

Sam felt that a girl like this didn’t need any superpowers. Her resilient character, still thriving to this day, was a remarkable superpower in itself.

As they changed their shoes at the shoe cabinet, Sam looked up to see a somewhat familiar figure approaching Sophie.

She carefully nudged Sophie’s arm and then said, “Good morning, Sophie.”

Indeed, she was familiar.

She was the girl who had interacted with Sophie during the Summer Camp Experience.

Thalia.

She came from a well-to-do family, not quite on par with Angel, but still quite affluent.

Sophie noticed Sam’s gaze, but before she could respond, Thalia interrupted. Sophie paused, looking at Thalia.

“Hmm?”

It seemed as if she was questioning why Thalia was greeting her at this moment… or rather, why she was greeting her at all.

Thalia no longer had the tense and confrontational demeanor she once had with Sophie; instead, she appeared somewhat cautious as she blinked and said,

“Last time… you mentioned that although you’re not ready to make good friends just yet, we could still be friends.”

“Friends…”

Sophie seemed a bit perplexed as she repeated the word.

But then she saw Thalia’s anxious eyes. It was as if she had become important in someone else’s view, and her decision was under scrutiny.

Sophie wasn’t a girl lacking attention; she was just more accustomed to a life without it, having isolated herself due to her personality. Most people had given up on any fantasies about her…

Perhaps she had already been labeled as quirky at this school.

But it seemed there were still those who held out hope for her…

Not very accustomed to it.

But…

“I understand. Good morning, Thalia.”

Hearing this, Thalia’s eyes widened with excitement, as if she couldn’t believe it, and then she immediately beamed with joy, linking arms with Sophie.

“I thought you had forgotten!”

“I haven’t forgotten, but can you let go of my hand?”

“Let’s go to the classroom together! Have you finished changing your shoes?”

“I have, but…”

“Then let’s go~ You know, I’ve been reading books lately too. You like reading, right? Could you recommend a few to me?”

Sophie was practically dragged away from the shoe cabinet, her face etched with discomfort, unaccustomed to the situation. Thalia, however, seemed oblivious to Sophie’s unease, lost in her own excitement.

It was as if becoming friends with this girl was a remarkable achievement.

But Sophie clearly wasn’t comfortable; she even shot a pleading look at Sam along the way.

Sam just smiled and waved a hand in farewell. It seemed that his presence had indeed sparked some changes in the female leads, and he hoped… they were all for the better.

“Who are you waving at?” Louis looked at Sam curiously.

Sam shook his head with a smile. “Nothing much, just saying goodbye to my bad mood today, I guess.”

“Huh? You were in a bad mood today?”

The two of them chatted as they walked toward the classroom.

“Well, a little bit.”

“So why did your mood suddenly improve?”

“Of course, it’s because of you, my friend. It’s only when you show up that I feel life should be filled with more joy and not be bound by worries.”

Louis looked at Sam, shocked.

“Am I that important?”

“Absolutely. Don’t ever underestimate your significance in this world. Everyone is irreplaceable, especially you, Louis!”

Louis couldn’t help but laugh proudly.

“Hahaha… If that’s the case… could you introduce me to a cute girl? I’m not asking for much, someone like Angel would be enough.”

“…Louis, you are indeed important. But not important enough to have such high expectations. Aim high, by all means, but let’s not reach into the realm of the ethereal, shall we?”

“Sam, has anyone ever told you that you have the potential to be quite the sharp-tongued critic?”

“Ah? Really? I thought I was just stating the facts.”

“Sometimes the truth hurts, Sam.”

“But as your good friend, I’m supposed to tell the truth, aren’t I?”

“Ah? Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s how it is, Louis.”

Their conversation was light and without much substance, but it was entertaining enough to fill their school days. It’s only when they step into society that they would look back and miss these beautiful moments.

Sam’s goals had long since transcended the mundane realm of exams, with over a month left before the exams.

He was, jokingly, working on a time machine… Of course, that was just a bit of fun.

Leaving monumental contributions to humanity for the next ambitious time traveler, Sam’s current objective was simply to survive the winter.

Come afternoon dismissal, Sam made his habitual stop at the club classroom door.

“Clang.”

“Good afternoon, the ever-graceful Isabella, and the clever Sophie…”

Sam’s greeting was cut short.

Something was amiss.

Not only did Isabella look over with a smile.

Sophie, clutching her book, also turned her gaze toward him.

And then…

There was another presence that Sam, in his self-satisfied distraction, seemed to have overlooked.

She was lounging on the leather sofa, half-reclining, lazily propped against a pillow, sipping juice, clutching her phone, and then looking at him with a smile.

A familiar smile… the kind that teeters on the edge of danger.

Angel…

Right! The Heiress had also joined the club!

Catching Isabella’s barely suppressed laughter, Sam quickly added.

“And the one and only, the most important girl in the world, my girlfriend Angel.”

Isabella nodded, turning to Sophie.

“I’ve always admired Sam’s quick reflexes, though it seems his memory could use some work.”

Sophie couldn’t be bothered to engage in such banter; she wasn’t Sam and had no interest in playing along with Isabella’s performance.

Angel, smiling, simply gestured to Sam with a crooked finger.

“Come here.”

Sam approached her with resolute steps.

He felt it was a display of boyfriendly duty. But to Isabella and Sophie, it looked more like a march to the gallows.

Reaching Angel, Sam looked at her with a smile, even considerately crouching down.

“What’s up? Tired of lying around? Shall I take you home… Ow, ow, ow!”

Angel had seized Sam’s ear, almost yanking him onto her.

“You seem quite adept at greetings, always this chummy with pretty girls? Lucky for you, you remembered me, huh, Sam?”

Sam grasped Angel’s hand and settled down beside her on the sofa.

“How could I forget my girlfriend… Hey, this sofa is nice, did you buy it, senior? Why spend money on this when it could be used for something useful, not on something so pointless?”

Sam tried to swiftly change the subject, but Isabella replied with a laugh.

“It wasn’t me. Your girlfriend had it delivered today because she thought our club was too shabby.”

Sam paused, turning to look at Angel.

Angel sat up and then playfully kicked at Sam’s stomach.

Of course, the force wasn’t strong; it was more like a tease. Sam reacted quickly, instantly wrapping his arms around her leg.

Angel squinted her eyes and said. “What were you about to say? What’s wrong with this sofa?”

“I was saying how comfortable this sofa is, and it turns out you bought it. Isabella definitely doesn’t have such good taste.” Sam said.

“Smooth talker.”

Angel nudged Sam’s stomach with her toes, the implication clear.

Sam sighed silently and extended his hand to start a massage on her calf.

During this, Sam clearly saw Sophie giving him a disapproving glance.

Sam didn’t want to explain too much.

As the male protagonist of this world, the path he walked was always misunderstood and full of mockery. It seemed like he was just caressing Angel’s leg, but in reality, he was grasping at hope for survival.

Soon, Sophie said with dissatisfaction.

“Taking off shoes anywhere, no manners, doesn’t it stink?”

Angel looked over with a smile.

“Does it stink? Why don’t you come and smell?”

“Who wants to smell your stinky feet, gross.”

“If I dare to take them off, it means my feet don’t stink. On the contrary, someone who doesn’t dare to take off their shoes might actually have the problem. Maybe their feet reek.”

“Thud.”

Sam was startled but then saw Sophie actually take off her left shoe, revealing her foot wrapped in an over-the-knee sock.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but her eyes defiantly challenged Angel.

“Why don’t you come and smell for yourself?”

What in the world… Is this some new-age warfare?

Biological warfare?

But indeed, there was no foul odor in the air, just the different fragrances of the girls.

Angel scoffed and then looked at Sam.

“You go smell and see. I think it stinks, you tell her the real answer.”

“Ah?!”

What kind of task is this?!

I’m a human, not a drug-sniffing dog!